Poems/Lyrics

Ire.

Ire:

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I close my eyes,

But the calm is denied,

As my anger rises,

Like a storm inside,

Taking me over,

With nowhere to hide,

Blood drenched fists,

I never asked for this, 

Seething ire won’t bring peace,

Does the smoking gun find release?


 

Inspired by The Daily Post One Word Prompt:  Angry

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